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chapter 2:

Vivian, although grew up with a horrible childhood, still managed to find the good in any situation. Her happy, peppy attitude brought joy to her teachers, and always made her friends laugh. She came to school with bruises and her body was weary, but her happiness seemed to never end. She seemed to glow when she laughed, and when she was upset, it was only a short while, since care from her friends sparked her friendly attitude to come back.

She wasn;t that good in school, but she wasnt bad either.
An average student, she loved sports, like soccer and dodgeball, and she was a person who didnt mind taking control of a situation, and being a leader.
In all, she wasnt anything special, just someone trying to pull through life.

"Hey Viv!"
Her friend Hannah came towards her, soccer ball in hand.
"How is your leg doing?"
Vivian lifted her leg and wiggled her foot, showing her that she could move it with ease.
"Actually, it healed pretty quickly."

They walked out to the soccer field together.
"Your broken bones seem to always heal quicker than normal."
Vivian shrugged, and stood in front of the goal while Hannah kicked it towards her, trying to get a goal. It was impossible to goal when Vivan was goalie.

"Maybe I drink too much milk or something," shrugged Vivian.
She kicked the ball away from the goal, preparing for another shot.
"Hey, did your doctor find out why?"
"No, he just said, 'oh look, its better, you owe me a bunch of money for me having to take off your cast.'"
She caught the ball and threw it to Hannah.

"Of coarse, my parents were like, 'your such a freakin clutz, your worth too much of our money', blah blah blah."
She made a funny face, making Hannah laugh and miss.
They heard the whistle blow, signaling everyone to the field.
Hannah picked up the ball and threw it into the net as Vivian walked away.
"Ha, I finally got one."

After practice, Vivian was worn out, since she had to make up the time she was away. It only took her about three weeks for her leg to heal, and now she was back to the same old routine. Her mother pulled up, and she got into her car, waving goodbye to everyone.
"What's all that trash in your hand?", asked her mother.
Vivian laughed, "It's not trash, they're cards from the team saying they were glad I'm better."
"Well, they had better not mess up my floor," her mother replied.
Vivian rolled her eyes and stared silently out the window the rest of the ride home.